Tangarus stood on the other side of the large gate door; he wielded the massive gravity hammer in his arms and was repeatedly smashing it against the final door in a slow and steady pace. Four Jiralhanae minors stood behind him, they carried two large missile pods in their arms; the Havoc nukes that were to be used on the destruction of the base.

The brute Chieftain continued to hammer down on the door, he could feel it giving way and he knew that this objective and pesky base would be blown to hell in no time. The humans had most definitely surrendered on the other side, which left sport for him to give to his Jiralhanae comrades until they grew tired and the humans would be thrown to the Jackals. Tangarus smiled roughly and prepared his hammer for one more mighty strike to bring the door down; he was ready for his reward.
But as he brought the hammer down…the door opened.

This resulted in the chieftain completely smashing the gravity hammer down onto the ground, causing him to lose his balance and sense of reliability on what just happened. Suddenly a black armoured figure ran up to him and balanced himself completely on the embedded hammer in the floor, using that the Spartan ran up and jumped over the chieftain, other soldiers followed suite; firing at the covenant warriors and rushing back out of the door whence they came.

Tangarus roared in frustration and immediately activated his large Crimson energy shields, nicknamed the 'Invincibility shields' these over charged mirror barriers could repel anything and anyone. The brute roared again as the red shields encased him, sending bullets simply bouncing of him as he ran forward and prepared to strike his hammer down.
But they were too fast, and they weren't even trying to kill him; they were simply retreating back to the corridor of the hanger's and killing covenant along the way in a mad rush.

"Leave them be" Tangarus roared, "Let them flee."
And then he turned around, stuck the hammer onto the holster on his thick muscled back and picked up one of the fallen Havoc missile pods; and then he walked in to the final room without challenge or complaint.

Meanwhile
The large outlook bay of the corvette was heavily guarded with different forms of Sangheili, Unggoy and Kig-Yar warriors; they were unsure on the current location of the Spartan IV but they were prepared for any form of attack that he could encompass. Two burly hunters stood in the middle of the formation of fighters, making up the brutal attack force of the Storm soldiers. They had all amassed in order to protect the huge fuelling generator in the middle of them all, Mort'ang had known what the Spartan was after and had set security measures.

Gabriel crouched down by a set of simple door controls at the airlock system, he had just gone through the corridor that restored oxygen and gravity to the outlook bay of this quadrant of the ship, and that had given him an idea. There were a set of controls right near the high control terminal that overlooked this entire room. If he could get to them, then the covenant wouldn't be a problem anymore; or at least those without helmets wouldn't be.

And so he moved, sneakily and stealthily he moved himself upwards until he finally found himself right next to the control panel; getting to them was easier than expected.
Gabriel swiftly overlooked the different forms of transactions the buttons did and using the simple translation guide in his Mjonlir helmet; he managed to find the function that was required; the destruction of the filtering oxygen system for this particular outlook bay.

He activated it swiftly, watching as the effects of the lack of oxygen quickly affected the covenant warriors who were amassed around the generator. The Kig-Yar noticed it first, they started wheezing and coughing out until they fell to the floor and squawked in pain, the unprotected Unggoy and Sangheili started to wheeze and vomit out different hues of blood as they too, felt the lack of oxygen and became lifeless due to it. Gabriel smiled as he saw only three figures still standing, the Deacon of the grunt armada who was outfitted with a small white cap that encased methane and oxygen as well as two white Ranger elites who immediately noticed the Spartan IV and opened fire.

The Blue Spartan fired his DMR efficiently, blowing of the grunt's cap so he too would have to suffer through the lack of oxygen and finally he managed to drop the elite's shields and pop them both with identical headshots.
Gabriel rechecked the bodies and advanced, he was very impressed with his own suit's oxygen reserves and happy they worked in such a tight squeeze; then finally he got to the generator and prepared to smash it until it was barely recognisable.

But something smashed him first; the large ornate shield of a crouching hunter who had snuck up behind and immediately whacked the Spartan across the head and back with an oddly surprisingly accurate melee swipe. Gabriel fell to the floor immediately, completely knocked out cold and unconscious. The two hunters growled together in harmonious voices and left the room, they had remained unaffected by the lack of oxygen and had proven to be a worthy asset to capture the Spartan IV.